These Are My Dreams

I am visiting my parents, staying in my high school room where my brother now lives when I realize that in the apartment below lives this Irish guy who I had a thing with back in November and wrote me an e-mail the other day. I somehow get changed in front of him, although he’s like reading a comic or something on my bad. I am in robe, just out of the shower when I go downstairs to meet him and then I pick an old bra, with black and pink stripes. Next thing I remember we are snowboarding together, going uphill though, to his parents house. I don’t actually have a snowboard so I need to borrow one: I pick one meant for children and it’s too small, I go back and the lady tells me these are for sale but you can try them, we close at nice be back between eight and ten. We realize we have not enough time because one of us has to leave, I think it’s him, not me. Then I’m back home with two old friends of mine, one of them shows up with skateboarding shoes and a boyfriend and we scream after her that high school was ten years ago (it wasn’t). Then we laugh, I try to find this sort of park that probably never existed but that I remember from years ago and I wake up.

Starting out, in my (lucid) dream, I was in a building. No one else was in the building but me. The walls were grey and some parts of the building were falling apart. There was a big window on the wall. I turned my eyes toward the window and saw rain and hail, and I could hear the “tink, tink” of the hail on the roof. I sat down and put my legs up, bent my knees, and comfortably set my head between my knees, with my arms wrapped around my legs. After a while of sitting there, bored, I looked up and I saw a woman. For some reason, I vaguely remember this part of the dream, so I can’t tell you a lot of what she looked like, but I remember her having brown hair and a white dress. She looked down at me and said softly, “Come outside with me.” I followed her outside, and as the hail sounded louder as I walked outside of the building, I turned to the woman, and said, “I want the skies to be blue.” She put her hands out, above her head, and slowly put them down. As her hands touched her sides again, the sky turned blue, but clouds began to fill the sky again, so I told her I wanted the sky to be less cloudy and completely blue, and it was. She told me to follow her, and she jumped up and flew, so I jumped and started to fly along with her. We arrived in this city, with giant evil birds flying in the sky. A bow and arrow appeared in her hands, and a bow and arrow appeared in mine. I looked around and saw people shooting the giant birds with bows and arrows. One to two strikes with the bow and arrow made them fall to the ground and die. I flew around, killing birds, having fun, and suddenly I arrived in another building. A school. The school was closed and it was raining again outside, but kids were hanging out and sitting on the desks, so I joined them. I watched them jump around and dance and talk and it felt like I was watching a movie. A girl with brown hair, down to her shoulders, ran into a closet by the chalk board and the door closed behind her (for some reason she was covered in purple, sparkly mist) and we heard a scream. I looked at the closet and looked back and all of the people were gone except for me. Something threw me across the room. I slid down the wall and fell on my behind. My head was down so I was seeing the floor. I was afraid to turn my head and look up. I was afraid of seeing the “thing” who threw me, but I did. My eyes followed her feet, up to her head. Her body was thin and faded. Purple sparkly mist was surrounding her. When I looked at her face, I started screaming. She had a long face with big black holes for eyes, and an open mouth. I woke up, gasping, and I sat up, went to my refrigerator and grabbed iced tea. I drank a cup of it and sat on my chair in front of my computer and wrote my dream down on my dream journal. I was shaking and it was hard to write without the letters looking like a five year old was writing it. Although it was a lucid dream, the end of the dream felt so real and that’s what scared me about it.

The only part I can remember clearly is the last part of the dream. I was out at my grandparents home on Lake Huron. I was out in the lake, about waist deep in the water. For some reason, I was talking to a goose in the same voice as Jeremy from Top Gear. The goose swam around me, until a shark came up and ate it. I decided to get out of the water. I walked up the beach toward the deck, staring to climb the stairs. I looked over, and saw two sawsharks swimming right next to each other. I watched for a bit, then some voice over came on and they started fighting. The one start was loosing started making these horrible noises, and I could see inside of it with every cut. I turned away, trying to go up the stairs, but they were blocked by a large piece of the shark. The dream ends.

i dreamed that the three of us tried ecstasy in your basement.  the colors were too bright and i got tired, so i watched you and b like i do when we smoke.  you were just as funny as you are when you’re high.  e got mad at us because we didn’t share with her, even though you don’t know her.  then she disappeared, and the three of us curled up and watched adventure time.  i was warm, and the dream ended.

I’ve had this domain (thesearemydreams.net) for two years now, but it’s expiring soon and I’ve chosen not to renew it. If you follow on Tumblr you shouldn’t notice any change, but sometime within the next few days thesearemydreams.net will go down and thesearemydreams.tumblr.com will be the sole URL for this site. The submission page is changing to thesearemydreams.tumblr.com/submit.

Thanks for being a part of this, I never imagined it’d be around this long.

The dream started with me and my friend walking through this huge multi-roomed mansion. My buddy was reluctant to stray from the group we were with, but I wanted to explore. We went down a flight of stairs with a door on the landing. I opened the door and went through. On the other side was a bunch of bedrooms. I instantly knew, somehow, that I wasn’t supposed to be here. A bunch of Indian (not native american) people started to poke their heads out of the rooms and give me strange looks. Not wanting to disturb them, I turned and left with my buddy. We returned to our group that we had left. I was disappointed I wasn’t able to explore further. Our group leader was quite upset with us, since we didn’t tell anyone where we were going. In the second part of the dream, I was with two other people I didn’t know. We all had light sabers and were fighting this Rancor type creature. We ran into a building with sliding garage door and shut ourselves inside to try and hide form the thing. My two partners were giggling like mad and I tried to shush them. The rancor smashed the back door in and came after me. I cut it’s arm off. 

IN the first part of my dream, I was standing around with one of my friends, when all of a sudden, we heard a T-rex coming. We ran down the street, looking for a car we could take. We hopped in a SUV and took off. The T-rex followed us. I tired to shake him by crashing through back yards, taking out all kinds of fences. But eventually we got corned, and the T-rex caught up. Everything reset, and we got another go at it. This time my friend was driving,  and she was going pretty good, until we came to a fork in the road. I told her to go one way, but she went the other. The T-Rex darted out next to us, and bit me. She swerved, and drove us off a cliff. We reset a third time, and this time I was driving. We managed to get away that time. In the second part of the dream, I was at a fighting game tournament. The fight was about to start, when I really had to go to the bathroom. I asked the ref if I could go real quick, and he said yeah. I ran to the bathroom, and as soon as I finished going, my opponent walked into the bathroom. We exchanged words, and he came at me. I punched him in the head, but he was a big guy and kept coming. We went to the ground, and were beating up on each other. I managed to push him off, and stand up. He asked if I was wimping out, and I told him that I wasn’t gonna fight him here. Apparently that was some kind of test, and the ref came out of nowhere and told me I’d won the tournament. 

I’m going down a road in my neighborhood at night, toward what would normally be just a steep hill, but now is a huge cliff, overlooking a huge sprawling city. It seems like every light in the city is on. I remember thinking that I really wish I had my camera to take a picture. 

It started as one of my usual, hated dreams of myself being back, stuck at highschool. I had an idea of what was going to go on, I’ve done this so many times before, dream of being sent back. It can be annoying no doubt. But soon I see one of my old friends which I’m very happy about, so much I toss aside everything else on my mind. I force myself to be with him, making sure to hold on, control somewhat of my dream. We hang out, chat during classes as if it was just like back then, I’m very distracted from the fact that I was dreaming of school. But then eventually it hits me how wrong it all was. I remember what was supposed to be happening, present time and the fact that hes not actually alive, but I ignore it and continue being with him. We talk about some things, I try and say things I’ve always wanted, wished to. Things I regreted and all. But eventually I say something along the lines that I’m sorry. And I start crying which lead to me waking up. I’ve had many dreams with him, it being like this but for some reason when I woke up that time it hit me harder than all the others.

In the first part of the dream, I’m going to the ATM with my brother. I walk up to the ATM and there’s this old lady standing off to the side. I ask her if she needs anything, and she just mumbles. I shrug and swipe my card in the ATM. As soon as I do that the old lady pulls a gun on me and tells me to take out all the money I can. I swear at her, but hit the max withdraw button. A huge wad of cash comes out of the machine. The old woman takes it from me and gets in this huge RV and starts to drive away. I yell at my brother to look at the license  plate, but he’s too busy on his phone. I try and remember the number, but it keeps going out of my head. I try and call 911 but no one answers. I the second part of the dream, I’m standing on top of this snow covered slope with a girl I work with. She slips down the slope, and I run after her to see if she’s alright. By the time I get there, the paramedics are already there, and it seems she’s alright. 

In the first part of the dream, I’m in the large grass field with rows and rows of campers and very small houses. I come up to one of the very small houses. It’s just a bit wider than the door leading into it. I somehow know this place once belonged to my parents. I walk in side and find that there is a bed on the far end, and a book shelf. The carpet is green. I go over and look at the book shelf when the rest of my family comes in. The room suddenly seems to get bigger. I go into the bathroom that has suddenly appeared. Looking out the window, I see the most scenic, beautiful beach vista. I wish I had my camera on me. Then a bunch of people come and start looking in the window at me. That’s the end of the first part. In the second part, I’m in a Syrian airport with my family. I’m justifiably nervous about being there. A guard asks me to turn my backpack inside out because it’s camouflaged. All of a sudden the guards start leading everyone down this darkened 

It started as an argument with a guy at my college I find extremely pretentious and transphobic, but quickly escalated.  He bit off one of my toes.  Then he turned into a dog.  A whippet.

One of my friends from school was like a 13 year old Catholic school Andy Warhol and I was walking through one of her exhibitions. I was totally naked, and trying to figure out if my friend was transgender so I could refer to them by the right pronouns. The most vivid part of this is how young we were.